Sunday morning
The kids let us sleep in for the first time ever. They went downstairs when they woke up, got their own breakfast, and put in a movie. Fin stayed asleep until his usual time and we got up and had coffee on the porch. Then we worked in the yard and I went inside and made bacon and eggs. Real bacon, for the first time, not that turkey stuff, and not in the microwave. I used a skillet and fried that stuff up to perfection. More mornings should start like this.
twenty one pilots
Holding On To Youtwenty one pilots - Holding On To You
I’ve chronicled my strange relationship with music on this blog before. And I don’t mean in the general, “this is a music blog, let me show you what I’ve been listening to” way, but in a more… “why do I rarely achieve the same auditory bliss I used to?” way. It sometimes feels as though I just can’t feel that strongly about things, which is part of the reason the returning entry in the Hyperbole and a Half webcomic struck a chord with me (along with almost everyone but I’m special).
But lately it feels like things are looking up for my ears and the 3lb. organ hanging out between them. Daft Punk, Vampire Weekend, Twenty One Pilots, Justin Timberlake… it seems like this years music is going to be one for the memories. Maybe someday I’ll remark on it like a vintage bottle of wine “2013? Yeah, that was a good year.”
Anyway, I’m getting this one to you guys a little late in the night (or early in the morning if you live just about anywhere but California), which might just go along well with the this song. So this one’s for all you night owls out there, no matter how you’re feeling.
- Max
